sun bathing

almost naked
in the sun.
she has no
blush in her.
no sign
of embarrassment
of her
skin revealed.
her wings
spread wide.
why not.
she is far from
old,
being so young.
closer
to birth
than death.
if not now,
then when, she
thinks,
when can I
flaunt
what soon will
be gone.
the lines will
come,
the wrinkles,
the shedding
of youth,
like
feathers
will fall
and fly away,
and i'll be done.